Rambles...

A folly committed back in time
Makes me fret,whine and pine.
Of no use are all these tears
For they do the heart nothing but pierce.

Those bitter shreds of truth
Are doing everything but soothe
The heart that badly bleeds
But in vain, it's never to get what it needs.

A million hopes brick by brick built
And all that is left is guilt,guilt and sheer guilt.